Well, last Friday’s appointments with the surgeon and oncologist were anticlimactic (as usual). Basically, radiation and menopause-inducing hormone therapy are definitely in my near future. (Yanking out my ovaries is also an option. Yeah, thanks.) But the “other big C” (aka chemo) is still a tease. Not all breast cancers are sensitive to chemo. My oncologist says he’d be happy to send me to chemo, but it may not work. (Um…yeah, no.) The other option is to order a genetic profile of the new tumor and use that info to make a more evidence-based decision. (Hm…me thinks this sounds familiar.) My first tumor was not cut out for chemo, so we’ll see if this one’s personality is similar. And, since chemo must comes first in the breast cancer treatment buffet, all else must wait. In the meantime, I’m trying to live life as as if a giant meteor isn’t angling straight for me. Easier said than done I’m afraid.
Absolutely easier said than done. It’s so hard when the “new normal” is not normal…
In addition to sending good thoughts for health and healing I will add thoughts for moments of peace, rest and focus in the midst of the waiting and wondering. Please let me know if there’s more I can do.
Almond butter is in the mail…
Oh gosh, does this not sound familiar — and that it does to you too even sucks more since you’ve been down this road before. I’m about to start hormone therapy/ovarian ablation myself in about a week and not thrilled either. I’m giving it a try…we’ll see how it goes.
Hang in there, you’ll get answers eventually as you well know…will be keeping you in my thoughts in the meantime.
You’re so wise to have armed yourself with yoga, recent access to the Dalai Lama, your sweet animals, and Mary — surely these are the makings of a powerful force field strong enough to deflect that meteorite.
I’m sending you one of my favorite books, which I hope will provide some distraction.
We’re thinking of you, Cath, and keeping our fingers crossed for some good news for you. It’s long overdue.
I’m just so bleeping mad at the recurrence of this damn thing. But if anyone can kick its butt, you can. I’m here for you, C. Whenever, however. xoxo B